Miss C: I'm Daisy!

Miss A: I'm Minnie!

Who's mommy?

Miss C: Goofy!

A commercial for a wrinkle cream, one of those miraculous before and after results types, comes on TV.

Miss C: "Mommy you need that!"

I do? Where do I have wrinkles?

Miss C: All over!

Finally, if you're needing a Baptism by fire experience in humbling, just take your 5-year-old daughter with you to try on bathing suits. You'll both end up either laughing or crying (either way, tears will be shed.)

It's official. My boobs have fallen and they can't get up.

I also don't recommend choosing the dressing room next to the 90 pound tan teenage girl because you'll be tempted to crawl under the dividing wall and strangle her when she talks about something not fitting right. I really think effective birth control for teenage girls would be to have them watch moms trying on bathing suits via hidden camera. That would pretty much stave off the desire to have sex or eat for a while.